Yes, Lindsey knew what day it was. Yes, he'd spent most of the day out at the stables. Like hell did he want to be the one giving the 'welcome to Madonna Inn, we're all fucked' speech or be expected to handhold anybody who couldn't deal. But that didn't stop him from wanting to know more about who, if anyone, showed up.

So that evening, after a much-needed shower, he grabbed his guitar and headed down to the bar. He asked for and got a beer, thanking Lara with a flash of a grin, and sipped on it as he got himself situated. Once he was, he began to play. Music, playing and singing and with an audience, that was for him. The set list, though, was planned out for effect, what he other people might expect to hear from him. And it all put him in the right spot to watch and even listen, to learn what he could about the other enforced residents. Anything else that came of it would be a bonus.

He didn't make himself scarce when he took a break to get another round, or when he wrapped things up for the night. It wouldn't be the first time his music made him more approachable, and he was curious enough to see who might respond to that.